Company upon the natives of Hindostan; and the subversion of that infamous government is the main object of the bill in question.”  And afterwards he says, with admirable point and pungency of statement:  “Every line in both the bills which I have had the honor to introduce, presumes the possibility of bad administration; for every word breathes suspicion.  This bill supposes that men are but men.  It confides in no integrity; it trusts no character; it inculcates the wisdom of a jealousy of power, and annexes responsibility, not only to every action, but even to the inaction of those who are to dispense it.  The necessity of these provisions must be evident, when it is known that the different misfortunes of the company have resulted not more from what their servants did, than from what the masters did not.”

There is a directness in such sentences as these which we do not find in Burke’s speech on the East India Bill; but Burke’s remains as a part of English literature, and in form and substance, especially in substance, is so immensely superior to that of Fox, that, in quoting sentences from the latter, one may almost be supposed to rescue them from that neglect which attends all speeches which do not reach beyond the occasion which calls them forth.  In Bacon’s phrase, the speech of Fox shows “small matter, and infinite agitation of wit”; in Burke’s, we discern large matter with an abundance of “wit” proper to the discussion of the matter, but nothing which suggests the idea of mere “agitation.”  Fox, in his speeches, subordinated every thing to the immediate impression he might make on the House of Commons.  He deliberately gave it as his opinion, that a speech that read well must be a bad speech; and, in a literary sense, the House of Commons, which he entered before he was twenty, may be called both the cradle and the grave of his fame.  It has been said that he was a debater whose speeches should be studied by every man who wishes “to learn the science of logical defence”; that he alone, among English orators, resembles Demosthenes, inasmuch as his reasoning is “penetrated and made red-hot by passion”; and that nothing could excel the effect of his delivery when “he was in the full paroxysm of inspiration, foaming, screaming, choked by the rushing multitude of his words.”  But not one of his speeches, not even that on the East India Bill, or on the Westminster Scrutiny, or on the Russian Armament, or on Parliamentary Reform, or on Mr. Pitt’s Rejection of Bonaparte’s Overtures for Peace, has obtained an abiding place in the literature of Great Britain.  It would be no disparagement to an educated man, if it were said that he had never read these speeches; but it would be a serious bar to his claim to be considered an English scholar, if he confessed to be ignorant of the great speeches of Burke; for such a confession would be like admitting that he had never read the first book of Hooker’s Ecclesiastical Polity, Bacon’s Essays and Advancement of Learning, Milton’s Areopagitica, Butler’s Analogy, and Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations.